The first rays of morning light filtered through the heavy velvet curtains of the royal bedroom in Mooncrest Empire's castle.
Nyx stirred awake, his black hair tousled against the soft pillows.
He blinked slowly, taking in the pristine sheets around him.
The bed was spotless —crisp and fresh, not a trace of the wild chaos from last night.
No sticky remnants, no rumpled fabrics twisted in passion.
It was as if the room had been reborn overnight.
Nyx stretched, feeling the satisfying ache in his muscles, a reminder of how thoroughly he'd claimed Nyami.
He glanced around, but she wasn't there.
The space beside him was empty, cool to the touch.
Faint clatters and sizzles drifted from the attached kitchen, a cozy nook off the bedroom designed for the his private meals.
Nyx sat up, rubbing his eyes.
How did everything spin so fast? He thought, sinking back into the pillows for a moment.
Just days ago —he'd awakened in this body, memories of his past crashing in like a storm.
From a limp, powerless shell to... this.
A prince with secrets and powers he barely understood.
He tried to recall the old Nyx, the one before the awakening.
Fragments flickered: endless days locked in the castle towers, away from the bustling empire.
No magic sparked in his veins, no strength to wield a sword.
Servants whispered pity behind his back, calling him the weakling heir.
He'd wandered empty halls, feeling like a ghost in his own skin.
Isolated, forgotten, as if the body had waited soulless for him to arrive.
Nyx sighed deeply, the sound echoing softly. It was a hollow existence, one that made his current fire feel like a gift —or a curse.
His mind wandered to Nyami and Leyina.
Strange, how neither had batted an eye at his shift.
Nyami, with her calm elegance, had melted into submission without question.
Leyina, that sharp acquaintance, had just nodded along during their brief talks.
Did they sense the change?
Or was this world built to accept it?
Nyx's thoughts snagged on the bond with Nyami —the tattoo, the rush of power.
Curiosity tugged at him.
He focused, willing the system screen to appear, like summoning a hidden menu in the game he'd once played.
A translucent panel shimmered into view, hovering inches from his face, glowing with ethereal amethyst light.
Words etched in crisp script filled the space:
Name: Nyxus Noah Evernight
Race: Human?
Title: Prince of Mooncrest Empire
Affiliation: Apostle of the Primordial Demoness Nyxiana
Divinity: ★ [}`}\§§}€{$∆]
Attributes:★ [€$×}$}¥§√π¥§}¥]
|★Beauty (Locked)
Abilities:
★Absolute Sanctification/Profanity: Ultimate power over Holiness and Corruption.
It allows the user to enact Absolute Sanctification, perfectly purifying a target for a divine purpose, or Absolute Profanity, utterly corrupting and desecrating it.
This ability grants complete control over an object or being's sacred or profane state.
|★Heartstring Manipulation: The ability to evoke strong emotional responses in others, often for persuasive or manipulative ends.
Bonded Partners: ★Elysiana
|★Nyami
Nyx's eyes widened.
'What.... How?' he muttered aloud, the word slipping out in disbelief.
His gaze locked on the divinity and attributes lines.
In the game —no mortals ever had those.
Attributes were divine perks, in order to form one one must become a god.
And divinity?
That was reserved for the pinnacle beings, the creators who shaped realms.
Only the top gods carried it, a mark of untouchable essence.
He leaned closer, as if staring harder would unlock secrets.
If I copied Nyami's beauty attribute... does that mean she's no mere succubus?
A goddess?
The thought twisted in his gut.
Her presence... the was people around her never messed with her.... they'd always hinted at something otherworldly, but this?
The slave tattoo mark beside her name pulsed faintly in the display, same as the swirling design above her womb, sealing her as his.
Nyx cursed under his breath.
'Damn it all. What have I gotten myself into?'
He raked a hand through his hair, heart pounding.
This Reincarnation wasn't random; it felt scripted, every piece slotting into place like a grand plot.
Nyxiana..... and his apostle title tied him to her, whatever that entailed.
For now, fighting it seemed pointless.
'Let's just go with the flow for now,' he decided, exhaling slowly.
'And See where this leads.'
The screen faded as he willed it away, leaving the room quiet once more.
Nyx swung his legs over the bed's edge, standing with a stretch.
His bare chest gleamed in the soft light, he could see somewhat toned muscles.
'Well... Guess I'll need to hit the gym soon.'
Glancing down, he noted his pants were back on —snug black trousers, probably Nyami's doing after she'd 'cleaned' him up.
A small smile tugged at his lips. His devoted maid was really through with her work.
The kitchen sounds grew inviting: the chop of vegetables, the gentle bubble of a pot.
Barefoot, Nyx padded across the cool tiles floor, the archway opening to a sunlit space.
Nonstick pans hung from hooks, herbs bundled on shelves, and in the center stood Nyami.
She wore a simple white apron over a fresh maid's dress, apart from the one he tore last night, the fabric hugging her curves.
Her reddish-pink hair was tied back in a loose ponytail, crimson horns catching the light like jewels.
She moved with elegant precision —stirring a pan of sizzling eggs, flipping slices of bread on a griddle— but joy radiated from her every gesture.
A soft hum escaped her lips, content and light.
Nyami lifted a spoon to her mouth, tasting the sauce.
Her eyes lit up.
'Perfect,' she said to herself, delight coloring her voice.
It was a simple word, but laced with that human warmth, like she'd poured her heart into the meal.
Nyx leaned against the doorframe, watching with amusement.
Her hips swayed gently as she reached for spices, the apron strings accentuating the sexy curve of her butt.
The motion was hypnotic, stirring the embers from last night.
And like a little lamb... He couldn't resist.
Stepping up quietly, he delivered a firm slap to her ass, the sound sharp and playful.
Then, he wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, pulling her close.
His bare chest pressed against her back, warmth seeping through the thin fabric.
Nyami yelped in surprise, the spoon clattering lightly against the pot.
'Ahh! Master♡!' she gasped, a giggle bubbling up despite the startle.
Her body relaxed into him instantly, leaning back.
'You woke up so early today. I wasn't expecting you quite yet.'
She twisted her head to glance at him over her shoulder, her composed elegance cracking into a shy smile.
Her scent...sweet like nectar was filling his senses.
Nyx nuzzled her neck, inhaling deeply.
'Couldn't stay away,' he murmured, his voice low and teasing.
'The bed felt empty without you.' His hands splayed across her stomach, feeling the rise and fall of her breaths.
She blushed, stirring the pan one last time to keep the food from burning.
'Breakfast is almost ready, Master. Just a few more minutes. Why don't you sit at the table? I'll serve it to you properly.'
Her tone was dutiful, but excitement flickered in her eyes —like serving him was her favorite task.
Nyami tried to turn, but he held her firm, his grip gentle yet possessive.
'Wait,' Nyx said, his lips grazing her skin. He tilted her head aside with one hand, exposing the smooth curve of her neck.
The faint marks from last night's bites lingered, a reminder of their bond.
Without warning, he sank his teeth in —not too deep, just enough to pierce and draw the warm, aphrodisiac- rich blood.
Nyami's breath hitched, turning into soft, breathy moans.
'Ah♡~... Master♡...' she whispered, her body going pliant in his arms.
One hand gripped the counter for support, the other covering her mouth to muffle the sounds.
The blood flowed sweet and heady, igniting that familiar fire in his veins.
It was like liquid desire, sharpening his senses, making his pulse race.
He drank slowly at first, savoring the taste, then deeper, pulling a generous amount.
Nyami's moans grew a touch louder, her elegant poise melting into needy whimpers.
'Mmm♡... Master's bite...it feels... so good,' she managed between breaths, her voice human and vulnerable, laced with that raw affection she held for him.
Finally, Nyx parted his lips, licking the twin punctures clean.
A thin trail of blood dotted her skin, which he wiped away with his thumb.
'The dessert was too enchanting to ignore,' he said huskily, his eyes darkening with hunger.
Before she could respond, he struck again —biting down from behind, his arms tightening around her in a secure hug.
'Oh! Master, yes♡...' Nyami moaned, her head falling back against his shoulder. Her breathing turned heavy, ragged gasps filling the kitchen.
The blood's effect hit her too, her succubus nature responding with a flush of heat.
Nyx felt it —the subtle dampness where his forearms pressed against her chest, right over her nipples.
The fabric of her dress grew moist, her breasts leaking that transparent nectar, aroused by his dominance.
She squirmed lightly, not to escape, but to press closer. 'I love it. I love serving you like this, Master♡' Her hands trembled as she turned off the stove, ensuring the food stayed warm, ever the devoted maid even in ecstasy.
Nyx drank until the rush made his head spin, then released her with a final, soothing kiss to the mark.
He stepped back slightly, admiring how she leaned against the counter, cheeks pink, almost glowing.
'Enough for now,' he said, voice rough but affectionate.
'Bring me the breakfast, Nyami. I'm starving —for food this time.'